Midnight Musings: A short story collection.

Poems

"The Dolls"

In a quiet room where shadows creep,
The dollmaker sits, refusing sleep.
Each stitch, each thread, a curse of dread,
In every doll, a soul is wed.
Their eyes so wide, they see, they stare,
With painted lips, they breathe the air.
Beware the dolls, so still and cold,
At midnight's strike, they take their hold.

"Unnamed"

They walk the halls when lights grow dim,
Their hollow eyes and twisted limbs.
The sleepless ones, they never rest,
With heavy breath upon your chest.
You feel their weight, you hear their sigh,
But close your eyes, and you might die.

"The Thing in the Walls"

It skitters fast from crack to crack,
A creature black with eyes of lack.
You hear it crawl behind your head,
You fear the wall, you fear your bed.
It waits until the dark descends,
And then it comes, your nightmares end.
The thing in walls that never sleeps,
Will take your soul while silence creeps.

"The Scream Beneath"

Beneath the floor, beneath the stone,
A scream is trapped, a mournful groan.
It rises up when night is long,
A shriek, a cry, a tortured song.
You hear it claw, you feel its pain,
Its wailing drives you near insane.
But dare not dig or find its source,
The scream beneath has no remorse.

"The Mirror's Lie"

The mirror smiles when you do not,
It knows the things that you forgot.
Its glass is cold, its surface thin,
And in its depths, it pulls you in.
You see yourself, but it's not true—
The one who stares is not like you.
A twisted grin, a shifting eye,
The mirror smiles—a perfect lie.

"The Locked Door"

A door that's locked but never opened,
Behind it lies a secret broken.
A scratch, a thud, a muffled cry,
Something waits, but cannot die.
The handle shakes when midnight falls,
A voice calls out beyond the walls.
Turn the key, if you dare,
But once it's free, beware... beware.

"The Lurking Fog"

A fog rolls in, it clings to ground,
It chokes the air, it swallows sound.
No form, no face, but yet it's near,
A presence thick with nameless fear.
Step in its path and lose your way,
For once you're lost, you cannot stay.
The fog will keep what it surrounds,
And in its depths, no soul is found.